Luyện nghe bài hát F**k It I'm Gone

Kick back, sippin' a corona by the
Graduation, welcome to the Good Life
F-ckin' the baddest chicks
with the coolest guys
Only three words I live by: do or die
When everybody making
gettin' on
All my sellin' drugs
I'll be happy songs
came at a price, I put my money on
And did it til it's going gone ma'f-cka

[Chorus - J.
I was working never knowing at the graveyard
Congratulated me with a paid
Was it hard, did I fall, I did
But I got the scars that me this rich (Yeah)
And all I'm doing now is giving you a of my life (yeah)
So you can tell you hold it
it, you can do whatever you like
Someone tell 'em I'm
Eh, tell 'em I'm gone
If you're not down, you'll be missing life
And if you with me, see you on the other
someone tell 'em I'm

[Tinie Tempah - 1]
Somewhere on the Cayman
I'mma have Rihanna's to Razor light
Feisty Swedish girls she should take a flight
I made it this far, be afraid of heights
Unimportant calls are costing me a pound a
The jurisdiction's England but I'm in it
Autobahns my life that's why me no limits
I P but I aint with No Limit
on pj's, M.I.A for those Heat games
Might have your European DJ at my B'day
We party hard on weekdays
And then party harder on weekends
Still tryna with my ex-girl
But she adamant we be friends

And I'm too for these dumb bitches
Too young for grey hairs
Too immature for fast cars
I a button, shit change gears
And I'm offa them Martini's
off that Mai Tai
Why the hell should you be when you've been living that high life

- J. Warner]

[Verse 2 - Tinie
How you supposed to feel when every door is for you
All Polish chauffeurs never ever spoken to you
I step on stage, I set the
a couple girl songs to set the record straight
Ask GQ and Q Mag
I'm too cool for these
My wardrobe got a on it
my is 2pac
The good, I have 2 drags
Mamma me don't do that
Old mentality
For every single bit of new cash
And this new for me and all my niggas
Big money, figures
Now I'm tryna every girl in the world
Every and all the singers
We all the rage we're the goss'
Bitch, no I call the shots
My balance like Tic Tac Toe
Shit of noughts and crosses
I work my socks off, you niggas pull 'em up
I've got the baddest bitches thinking they aint enough
My accountant saving money we getting wasted
Told them bitches life is sweet then let 'em it